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Chapter 92 (Clare)
Chapter 92 (Clare)
Kalbreal pushed, “What is it?”
His skin was smooth but rock solid. She could feel his strength, her mind dazed, losing her grips on reality. She felt the heat from his arms, he was addictive. She felt herself feeling things she shouldn’t. She wanted to stop touching him but couldn’t let go. She was losing her mind, what was happening.
She felt a sudden shock in her brain and blue eyes showed themselves in a flash. It was like she'd been awakened from a slumber. A heat, that which was provocative, cooled by something more enticing to her own. It was him, she knew it, he must’ve been watching her. Clare closed her eyes, hoping to glimpse at it again, those blue eyes, ‘William’.
Kalbreal pushed her away from him, bawled by whatever it is he had witnessed, “Unrequited love, how unfortunate, luckily I can take the choice away.” She slapped him, and his body started to glow lightly.
Kalbreal had pushed the line, he had messed with her feelings again, messed with her mind. Let him kill her if he wanted, she didn’t care, especially if he thought he could just do with her as he pleased.
Clare turned away, hurt by his actions. Considering she actually had feelings for him, genuinely, maybe not romance but she felt for him as a close friend. She hated him for wanting to force something that wasn't there, take her choices away, to suit himself. Crying, she walked into the house.
Clare’s breathing speeded up as he stood there in front of her face to face. Appearing before her like a prince blown there by a breeze. His hair falling into his eyes, he was dangerous, a true Angel. All the muscle and charm any woman could dream of, but not her. No matter how breathtaking he was, she was not going to jump into his arms.
He lifted his hand to brush her skin, but she took a step back, resisting the urge. “Clare, my intention is not to cause you pain, but you make it hard not to. You are naïve to think for a second, that William would fall for a helpless girl. He cannot love you Lightwatcher. You who cannot even deal with rejection,
or death. I can give you what he can’t, I can love you. You are just a job to him, nothing more. He will break your heart and shatter it to pieces, without even blinking.”
He paused, looking at her, “Clarebella, you’ve barely even met him. He refused to have any contact with you, yet his vision holds strong power over you, it’s very disheartening.”
Clare wiped her tears and ran past him, knocking him hard, but getting hurt in the process. She ran up the stairs taking two at a time, opening the first room she could find and threw herself on the bed, crying silently in the darkroom, “William I need you.”
He stood by the doorway, she looked at him, teary-eyed, but remained cuddled up on the bed. He moved closer to her.
The door closing behind him silently, the lights in the room dimly lit. Like a majestically woven trance, he stared deeply into her eyes. His expression hungry with desire, his eyes glowing with the traits of a hunting panther. He stalked her. With a heavy rhythm heart, Clare got up quickly, not removing her eyes from this man. Her body entranced, her mind unable to absorb anything else besides his need, his desire, his craving. He grabbed her wrist, keeping his eyes on her. Blue, they're so blue, breathtaking, astound by his magnificence her pulse raced.
His lips slightly parted, his confidence unwilled, intimidating her. He lifted her hand to his nose and inhaled deeply, staring into her eyes. Clare’s stomach knotted, her body ached for his touch. His body drew closer to hers. She closed her eyes allowing him to take over.
He gripped her jaw with his free hand and inhaled again. This time her mouth parted as she felt his eyes burning into the depths of her soul. Their lips barely touching, she moaned as sparks electrocuted her with ecstasy and passion. He bit onto her bottom lip, pulling it in the most seductive temptation she had ever experienced.
His lips touched on hers, her mouth opened in anticipation, she dared and opened her eyes, staring at this man through her eyelashes, gasping for air.
He kissed her, in that brief second as the air flushed out of her mouth, rushed and hard. Deeper, giving her his tongue, he gripped her jaw tighter. Her legs trembled with need, urgency. The kiss increasing. A possessiveness like no other, marking her, biting at her lips, sucking on her tongue. Losing themselves in the moment, his saliva sweet to taste, mixed with hers, rough, and greedy was this man.
Hands-on his shoulders, nails digging in. His muscular body flushed against her as she pushed forward, closer to him, cutting even the smallest distance between them.
His shoulders tensed as her moves became urgent, pulling him down. He followed, throwing her flat on her back. Her chest heavy with escaping breaths. The room like a furnace, or maybe it was just her.
He halted, looking at her attentively as his brow furrowed, what was he thinking? Clare, vulnerable, she wanted more. But he just stood there, his breathing eased. His eyes a seduction to her body holding her hypnotized by his confidence, seriousness, his maturity and surety, at what he was doing. He lifted her middle finger. Slowly bending down, he bit on it as her body convulsed with the passion the act solicited, sucking it into his mouth, she arched her back. A silent invitation. His eyes never leaving hers, but his hesitation evident. She bit at her bottom lip plumped from his erotic deliverance.
He gripped at her neck, she arched it, head back, giving him access to the long length of her neck. He devoured it, sucking parts of her flesh, hard. Her body shuddering under his touch, her skin building up a cover of wetness. There was no doubt of this man's intention, he was marking his territory. This was a claiming, a promise.
She grabbed at his arms, beckoning him to come closer to her, touch her. Her back arched, in need, but he didn’t budge. Her chest up and back bridged to match his movement, panting for further bodily
contact. But he kept his distance, devouring only her neck. Leaving her body aching, paining with want, with an unfulfilled need.
Her legs shook as she moaned, uttering “please, please.” He stood up and stared at her as her heart skipped a beat. His jaw taut, his nose straight, a masculine piece of art. The hardness inside him, a badness, made her body reed.
One hand firmly gripped her neck, the other pulling her hair, keeping her head afloat. Craving more she reached up hands under his shirt. Fingers digging into his muscular waist, a silent moan escaped her as this sexy, tall, and well-toned man bit into the crevice of her neck, before sucking the skin gently. His callused hand released her hair, flattened on her thigh, making slow massaging motions. Her breath shortened, giving herself to him, moaning hush sounds of pleasure. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.
He didn't stop kissing her jaw, neck, and collarbone, he knew what he was doing, a master of seduction, her seduction. His hand moved up her thigh, passing over her pants, up her stomach, he squeezed her breast, “Ah” she cried, her body burning from pain and pleasure. She tugged at his belt, his grip unyielding as it captured her wrist, she had to stop.
He yelled, “Stop.”